SupremeDreamer
replying on OM by SupremeDreamer
22 Jun 2003, 3:24 AM
Aww damn you, ;/ now its fixed. I've been wired for a few days, the mental machine isnt at full power captain, call my union lawyer perhaps in court we can settle it. =P
then why is it still mispelled?
eh?
horus8:Transperancy actually, no offense, just helping your copyrighted material along.
--I had Transperancy mispelled, its been fixed
Which spelling mistake? Have you fixed it now?
spelling mistake from earlier.
fixed what?
Lmao. Is there something you have against me?
Fixed ;)
No offense taken, Thanks for pointing it out ;)
Transperancy actually, no offense, just helping your copyrighted material along.
Thank the heavens that you copyrighted this piece Mr. Supreme. Lord knows I was this close to stealing it away and using it to polish my deluxe asswagon.
Clever, maybe.. Cliche? Definately.. Question: Does staring at that aspirin bottle in the middle of the night actually provide inspiration, or just the twitch and moan of suspended boredome? ...
I'm speechless.. beautiful indeed it is!
Pseudo Poetry is what it looks like.. nice and sweet, 99 cents a piece right? -sigh-
I don't know why I keep reading your pointless poems. Yet I believe that there is still hope to be lingered upon.
Not precisely, but upon further review of your poetry i came to the abrupt conclusion that you were born to be a poet, and I just wanted to let you know that I've studied your work to improve my own. Because poetry is everything to me. Like the way you cinch it up at the end nice and undeniable, leaving the reader breathless and smitten, I just love that, you're great at that, and how you build and release and connect dots most are completely oblivious too, by merging symbolism with fact and folklore and love and longing and mundane routines and life. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not (oblivious), and I think you're an extraordinarilly gifted writer. Now, back to me. lol. I wrote a sestina today, the first on poemranker. It was like bench pressing a lead bellied midget with no thyroid, but I believe I nailed it. I only lost a foot digit and my pants. Also I wanted to thank you for your direct criticism and sharp feedback. I know most believe me to be heartless and cruel with my critiques, but I'm just sick, of belonging and loving an art form that leaves the artist in between the weekend poets and the greats. I want people to know that I live to write poetry first, and worry about feelings and smashed toes later. I mean, well, I paid my dues i can perform poetic surgery now and it just freaks me out to see weekend poets trying to perform a double bypass with a cracked ash tray and a billess hat. They're fucking everywhere. I'm buried under an ocean of them, and I just wish that they'd get off the pot or shit. I don't want to die an unknown prostitute. I want to belong to something. You know what I mean? Anyway, thanks for listening Christof you're a poet that i look up to, and I consider you as one of the best.
The whispering wind spoke our names,
and what if fate listened?
As those two bodies glistened.
Two lips kissing by crackling twigs,
and toasty split flames.
What if I were stroking your spine,
with smoother of fingers?
Touching you in broken rhymes of spontaneity.
That beg you come play with me.
Where sensation lingers
nocturnally.
Beauty, they say, is skin deep.
So I must kiss you from outside in.
Until you scream, and find your dreams spent
relaxing to fein collapsable satasfaction.
I'll be stretching you completely.
So your body winds right.
Kissing you indiscreetly 'till you feel just me.
'till the moon yields waning
Into a sun that knows no night.
Stroking your hair violently,
Whilst oscillating silently.
Waiting for your crime to be.
Some said thing to crave and profile
If it helps the moment,
I'll say "I love you".
If this attraction proves too hot
No one shall tire, but you when green lights stop.
The twirling fans shadow.
Cooling sweat on a well worked man.
I'll kiss the pink off your lips,
and crawl me a wildfire between your hips,
and then in the morning I'll request a name.
To do it again all day and retain
This is no illusion, but if I'm wrong,
please do not say
Just carnal chess in full fusion
Let our bodies play.